She grinned back, flashing him one of those smiles designed to melt men's hearts. He handed her a stack of envelopes and stood waiting for her. She wo...dered for a moment why he wasn't leaving until she saw the letter on top of the stack. With jerky, desperate movements she tore the letter from the envelope and scanned over it quickly"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, whooping with joy. She threw her arms around the much taller mailman before stepping back awkwardly. The man didn't. If I even tried to touch Nikki they would both kick my Ass. Every once and a while Mr. Peck (we use to call her pecker head, but it just makes me think of what I’d do to her with my rock hard peck) would have BBQ’s at his house for the Spanish club and the most active kids would usually spend the night. The girls spent the night in her sister Kelly’s room, and the guys spend the night down stairs. I spend the night in her brother’s room and he hates Nikki so he tells me about all of her. It’s not easy loving a man who’s got all of planet Earth gunning for him 24/7. To those White women who dare to love a Black man, I thank you as well. You know the extent of White men’s racism and insecurity better than anyone because ALL White men have White mothers. A Black man can have a Black father and a White mother, an Asian mother, a Hispanic mother, a Native American mother or an Arabic mother but a White man must have a White mother and a White father. Otherwise White society will. He felt himself grow hard for the third time in as many hours. Before he could back up, she did and bumped into him. “Um, oh, hi Spencer.” Bethenny said, trying to remember to play hard to get. “Hi Bethenny.” Spencer said, trying to hide his growing erection from her and play it cool. He had the sneaking suspicion it wasn’t working. “Are you enjoying the party?” “Yeah, it was great. I was actually just leaving. Thanks for throwing such a great party.” Bethenny said as she walked off the deck.